"Once more the door banged and a slight slim-built boy perhaps fifteen years old a half-smoked cigarette hanging from one corner of his mouth leaned in over the high footway. His pasty yellow complexion did not show well on a person of his years and his look was a mixture of irresolution bravado and very cheap smartness. He was dressed in a cherrycoloured blazer knickerbockers red stockings and bicycle shoes with a red flannel cap at the back of the head. After whistling between his teeth as he eyed the company he said in a loud high voice: "Say it's thick outside. You can hear the fish-boats squawking all around us. Say wouldn't it be great if we ran down one?"

"Shut the door Harvey" said the New Yorker. "Shut the door and stay outside. You're not wanted here."

"Who'll stop me?" he answered deliberately. "Did you pay for my passage Mister Martin? 'Guess I've as good right here as the next man."

He picked up some dice from a checkerboard and began throwing right hand against left."